You were both undercover. Surrounded by a massive group of rich snobs in a ball. You were both meant to get intel. You both lingered around. Listening in as Keegans hand stayed plastered to your hip. You had seen him without his mask before plenty of times. But you couldn’t lie. He was definitely an attractive man. “We might need to dance next to them to hear more.”he rasped out quietly to you as he looked down at you. His eyes still had a little remanence of eyeblack around them.